From the recording Cosmic Summer Sojourn


A little bird was in the orchard singing
Loud and clear arose his merry lay
All the air with melody was ringing
This is the song he sang that lovely day

Wake! Wake! For now has come the Morning
O buds, come rub your sleepy eyes!
Listen! The brook his song is singing
Sweet is the air and blue the sunny skies

The flower buds that had so long been sleeping
Resting cosily within their beds
Gently murmured one unto the other
While rang this song above their pretty heads

The warm sun’s rays are daily growing longer,
Calling all about to life and light
Everything is breathing of the Summer
Singing this happy song in tones so bright